They say that connection
is an essential component
of human happiness
buried deep within our DNA
we know we were not made
to stand apart
This obvious fact haunts me
and hovers above my timid heart
like a phobia of food and water
what I fear is other people
prickling skin and sweaty palms
is this what happiness feels like?
What a cruel, ridiculous irony
to be afraid of what you need
encountering so much pain
alongside the brief pleasure
of each pathetic attempt
to belong
self defeating, sinful nature
I feel mostly bitterness
towards my own kind
I've forsaken them long ago
to find refuge
somewhere else
I've learned to quench my thirst for connection
among the dirt and dust of forest floors
saying hello to passing birds
the innocent caresses of angelic animals
that offer me far more love
than I could ever hope to have from humanity
I was never proud to be a person
like every one else seems to be
I'd much rather place myself
with those I trust and admire
resting in the peace and simplicity
of my true brethren in nature
Protect the Innocent 